Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Sunday Morning In Nara

The streetlights were still on outside Nara Station and the Japanese had their umbrellas open, ready for the rain. An old woman was selling disposable cameras; another sweet potatoes baked on a wood-burning stove. I turned in at the first temple I came to and saw the famous semi-wild deer, drinking water from a gutter in the courtyard, metres away from a five-storey pagoda. Nearby, a woman in a headscarf was praying at the shrine.